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I'm sure I'll post at least a few pics of my stuff up on a wall and it happens. I'll be too excited not to.
Yup, several. There is a specific show they want my stuff in.
I promised my friends I would in '27. I'll have some printed on metal as none of the shows accept art printed in paper. Maybe something else if I can find something I like.
I did this time. Went pretty well. Plan to do it again. I'm also listening to a book while taking notes on it.
Attention deficit let's to ride bikes!
Completely agreed! Though she's wearing some. The stuff on the eyes and a very mild blush. At least from the reference.
As a way to stem boredom on the exercise bike (so I'll actually use it) I decided to paint while biking. The one below is 40 minutes on the bike. I finished it with 20 minutes on the couch. That was fun!
Timelapse: https://bsky.app/profile/ballshapedman.bsky.social/post/3myvejr7rts2e
6 comes after 5 and the 6th letter is F
I thought it was an F instead of a 6? And the person's writing is great.
The reference photo was great, whoever the artist was who took it nailed it!
It turned out really good for sure!
The reference was gorgeous and I decided I needed to paint it, I used my phone for this since I'm out and about.
Timelapse: https://bsky.app/profile/ballshapedman.bsky.social/post/3mysdhlhi6k2a
I won't know why I need this in my life, I just do!
My wife and I are recent empty nesters! The amount of jokes people make about us having sex on the couch is weird. I wonder if I should tell them we didn't wait for the kids to leave to start.
I don't tell them. But now you know.
I missed drawing cartoons. All the time working on real people has helped me with my cartoons significantly.
Timelapse: https://bsky.app/profile/ballshapedman.bsky.social/post/3my4iif5vk22a
I hear feet shuffling and the voices get louder as I walk into the hall. Everyone finding their clique. Which group will let me get close enough?
His smile fades as I look toward his group, his eyes narrowing before he turns away. She pulls her mana crystal close to her chest as I walk by, her lips pressed together like she's smelled something rotten. The group dressed like stoners is probably my best bet. Baggy clothes, greasy hair, and one kid with a faded Pink Floyd shirt who just looks away.
"Leech."
I hear it from the group of jocks, followed by a few laughs. The one who said it is leaning against the wall in a blue and gray varsity jacket, grinning as he elbows his friend. It's said under his breath, but I heard him. I always hear him. He's humiliated me for years, and today is no different. But I keep my head high.
I join the stoners near the old corridor. The drain is wet, like someone recently mopped the floor. But the rest of the floor is dry. Nobody wants to stand closest to it. They'll let me stay as long as I'm between them and the drain.
The corridor is a straight shot to the workshop, but today nobody is using it. Any change, even small ones spooks us. Nobody says anything.
The crowd starts walking.
Stay with the group until the workshop.
I've had enough of him. I'm taking the longer maintenance passage.
It's just a little water, and I might actually get a decent seat for once if I take the corridor.
They didn't even look before speeding off
